New Ulm weekly review., 1887-11-09

bert Mandeville had a daivest ted himself
of his fur lined coat, and Was warming
his artist oeratic hands at the great
pine-iog fire. The two men had Just
saluted each other, and were speculate
ing on the pro spect OF a good run on
the morrow, when q own the stairs
came a lovely appariti ION In 8, trailing
robe of ivory satin, edged with Mech
lin lace. RI VII
It was Joe. Of course.
She was intent upon settling to. her
satisfaction the last button hole
of her long gloves, and her straight.
brows we're drawn into q little puciser
OF anxiety over the operation. Lord
Herbert gazed at her in openmouthed
admiration, and try as he would Dick
Dering could not bring himself to turn
away his eyes from that vision OF love
illness with the crown Of ruddy golden
hair. II 5.
After a minute or two she deigned to
notice them, giving her hand and q
gracious bow to. each, but for Lord
Herbert Mandeville was reserved a
smile for which, in his heart, Dick Der
ing knew he would have given whole
years income.
Those of the guests who amused
themselves by watching Joe thateven-
ing aver. that they never saw her so
brilliantor so beautiful. She was TAX
en- in to dinner by Lord Herbert, and
thro' out the entire evening he never
left her side. She sang his favorite
songs at his request, with a sweetness
that it did ones heart good to hear,
and although she declined to stroll
with him through the conservatory,
whose doors at theend OF the drawing-
room were standing invitingly open, it
became evident before the evening was
over that some of the flowers she
wore had found their way to Lord
Herbert's buttonhole.
# There was much shaking OF heads
amongst the guests that night as th ~
drove home in the dark across Cell
ston park. Every body prophesied OF
the grand wedding that was sure to
take place in Dinplethorpe before
long, in which Lord Herbert Mande-
vile and Joe l4yttelton would play
the most Important parts.
And perhaps it was not surprising
that they should have expected this,
seeing that they were not permitted,
as we are, to see the last move in the
programme OF that eventful evening.
Dick Derlng was the last OF the
guests to take his Leave; his hostess
had kept him chattering to her until
the great drawing room was empty
and the last carriage had rolled
away. He bade her good night at
las t, and made his way along the cor.
rid or to the hall, which was dimly
lighted at this late hour OF the night.
He had not seen Miss Lyttelton since
Lord Herbert's departure; but Just as
he had struggled into his g-eaJ-coat,
and was about to open the hall door,
there came a rustling of skirts along
the corridor. and in m oment Joe
was at h is side.
You haven't gone Mr.. Dering? am
thankful she began, painting little
as if she had been running hard. II
looked into the drawing-room just
now, and when saw mother alone I
was afraid you had gone away with
out saying good night to me. Mr.. Der
ing" pausing a little and dropping her
me, are you?n
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